poetry dump.

the spring and summer of 2005 was a very creative, important time for me. i travelled to europe, i moved to baltimore, i made friends and tried a million new things. and for some reason, very little of the poetry i wrote at that time ever made it beyond my documents folder.

so, here are two short pieces that i've just skimmed through and decided that i still like them, after all this time.

recent
march 2, 2005.
everyone needs their secrets.
things to tuck away inside little boxes with blue roses and yellow paper.
my secret has a silver hook that rests
on the back of my spine

there are reasons we keep silent when we want to scream
ways to make the ground stop rushing
there are people to love
in between

i just need to get there.

sensory that
march 4, 2005
i am happiest by the way of my
flowers, they smell like
i think of you in
how does the sky
where does it all
who, who takes this
from me.

there is a smile that you
we sleep in the
we love we love we love

have you ever seen a
freckle by the freckle that is
scent is the strong way
remember the way we talked.